Larry Dexter's Great Search eBook

“Oh, for some time, but don’t interrupt,
please. You can ask questions afterward.
When I saw you talking to the man I knew it must be
all right, and I was beginning to think he was a detective.

“Then I noticed another man sneaking along.
He, too, hid behind a tree, next to the first man.
I thought this was queer until I remembered you told
me that detectives usually hunt in couples, and I
thought he was another officer from headquarters.
I thought so until mother, who, it seems had been
looking out of her window in the front room upstairs,
called to me.

“She asked me if I had seen the two men come
along, and, when I said I had, she wanted to know
if I didn’t think there was something queer
about the second man. I said I didn’t notice
particularly, but just then the man stepped out into
the light, and I had a good look at him.”

“Was there anything suspicious about him?”

“There certainly was!” exclaimed Grace,
earnestly. “As soon as I saw him I thought
sure it was my father. He had his back toward
me, and he looked exactly like papa. Mother saw
it, too, and she cried out. Just then the man
turned and I saw he was smooth-shaven, and his face
didn’t look a bit like my father’s.

“Then I saw you and that other man—­Mr.
Sullivan, I then knew him to be—­step into
the light. I saw he was going to hit you, and
I raised the window and called. I wanted to ask
you to see who the second man was—­the one
who looked so much like my father. I called, but
you didn’t seem to hear.”

“I heard you,” replied Larry, “but
I couldn’t stop. I wanted to take after
the man—­the same man you were suspicious
of. I traced him through the park.”

“Did you find him? Who is he? Where
is he? Is he—­is he? Oh, Larry,
don’t keep me in suspense——­”

“I’m sorry to have to tell you he isn’t
your father,” Larry replied, gently, as he saw
the girl’s distress. “But I think
he knows where your father is. He goes by the
name of Mah Retto, and I helped save him from the
wreck of a vessel on the Jersey coast. See, I
found this in his room, a little while before he disappeared,”
and he held out to Grace the torn envelope with her
name on it.

“My father’s writing!” she exclaimed.

Larry heard some one descending the stairs and coming
toward the library.

CHAPTER XXIII

CAPTAIN TANTRELLA ARRIVES

“Grace! What is the matter?” exclaimed
a woman’s voice, and looking up Larry saw Mrs.
Potter.

“Nothing, mother,” replied the girl.
“This is Mr. Larry Dexter. He just brought
me some news. Oh, mother, that wasn’t papa
we saw out in the street!”

“I knew it, dear, as soon as I saw his face.”

Larry felt rather uncomfortable, for Mrs. Potter and
Grace showed signs of emotion.

“I was telling your daughter,” he said
to Mrs. Potter, “that I think I have located
the man who knows where your husband is.”